Trapped (egobang trans)

Chapter 72 - Blame

It was 2am. Arin sobbed to herself as she threw up violently into her toilet for the third time since she stumbled into her house earlier that day. She hadn't told her parents what had happened, despite her pouring tears and lack of skirt when she'd come home, she just couldn't. She'd trusted Jon, this was her fault. She felt disgusting. Her body heaved again, trying in a way to dispel the trauma from her in the form of spilling out her insides. It clearly wasn't working. As her stomach started to hurt Arin finally admitted to herself that she needed help. She couldn't bring herself to wake her parents, so instead she took out her phone and typed out a message to the only person who she knew would be up at this hour, either listening to music or playing video games.

Arin: hey

Danny: yo Ar, whatre you doing up?

Arin: i cuold ask yu the samee

Arin's fingers were shaking and as much as she would love to just distract herself and talk to Danny, he knew her too well and she knew him too well. He'd know something was wrong, and he wouldn't back down until she told him what.

Danny: Arin are you okay?

Arin: no

She didn't bother trying to dance around the issue. She was too mentally exhausted.

Arin: i ned help

Arin: i made aa misatke

Danny: tell me. I'm here

Arin: jon

Fresh tears dripped from Arin's eyes, and she closed them tightly as she tried to control her breathing. She didn't need another panic attack right now.

Danny: what happened?

Arin didn't reply right away. Her finger hovered over her phone, an internal battle of whether she could relive it again. Whether she could keep herself together. She couldn't. More sobs wracked her body on the bathroom floor and she curled herself into a ball, dropping her phone and hugging her knees close to her chest.

Danny: Arin?

Danny: talk to me

Danny: please

Danny: Arin are you still there?

Danny: Arin!

He stopped texting after that, and even though Arin didn't reply she found the notification sound comforting. It told her that he cared, and that she wasn't alone. When that was gone, Arin couldn't take it and felt herself splitting apart even more. Her eyes darted around the room, searching for anything else to help her. She reached for some tissue to wipe her eyes first, but then she spotted something else, and her heart stopped. Her razor.

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< Danny's POV >

Danny wasn't exactly sure what compelled him to run about 5 blocks to his girlfriend's house at 2 in the morning, but he couldn't stop himself no matter how hard he tried. At the mention of Jon he was seeing red and acting purely on instinct. In that moment he didn't even care that he was out in his pyjamas, a dressing gown and slippers, looking like an escaped mental patient. He reached Arin's house in record time, texting Arin to come and let him in. Just like his other messages, she didn't reply, and Danny's heart started to race - and not just because he'd been running. He dared to knock on the door, not thinking about the fact that everyone else was asleep. Still nothing. Danny paced in front of the door, wracking his brain for a solution. Maybe they had a spare key somewhere? It felt wrong rummaging through Arin's front garden, picking up plant pots, but he didn't care. He practically turned the garden upside down. Nothing. Nada. No key.